In a garden once bright with colors bold,
Now stand withered flowers, weary and cold.
Petals once vibrant, now faded and dry,
Whispers of beauty that once reached the sky.
Their fragrant scent now a distant memory,
Echoes of blossoms once wild and free.
Under the sun's relentless, burning gaze,
They wilt and fade in a muted haze.
Once kissed by dewdrops in the early morn,
Now drooping heads, burdened and worn.
Each bloom tells a story of fleeting grace,
Time's gentle touch on their delicate face.
About the Creator
“M”
Be happy and grateful for everything you have in your life
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin5 days ago in Wander
Comments (5)
Lovely poem
Nice job!!!
Quite thoughtful of the nature around you.
Awww… but sometimes the dried flowers are pretty, just differently! Nice job!
Sadly enchanting; what perfection nature provides for our melancholy.